#mackie scenario

[christopher-bryant]

"it doesnt make sense that wanda took out all the illuminati"

"doctor strange didnt seem as powerful"

"america chavez was weaker than i expected"

THEY GOT NERFED. LIKE A MAJORITY OF MCU HEROES, THEY GOT NERFED. LITERALLY THE ONLY HERO WHO DID NOT GET NERFED IN THE HISTORY OF THE MCU SO FAR, HAS BEEN CAPTAIN AMERICA. SOME FUCKING HOW.

also both captain marvels didnt get nerfed. they just suck shit

#reeds mind is on par with tony and doom #you know what that means? #they are always 50 steps ahead with some plan or course of action in place for every scenario #i have hated carol since cw ii and her racial profiling and attempted murder of miles #dsmm spoilers #sam got the shittied adaptation tbh #love mackie and his role but like #they down play his mind so much #he is the smartest person to take up the mantle

[hazybisou]

STALKING IS ILLEGAL KID! | LUKE HUGHES

pairing: f!reader x luke hughes

overview: week 1: luke tries to get y/n to agree to go on a date with him (as if she doesn’t know who he is and the reputation he and the team holds throughout umich) despite her suspicions against the whole scenario.

o. i. ii. iii. iv. v. vi. au masterlist

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she felt weird.

everywhere she went, there was always someone (or more) watching. y/n didn’t know why, she just simply chose to ignore it.

so as she made her way out of the library , she couldn’t help but notice a group of guys looking at her from a table in the corner. they turned their heads away as soon as she looked at them. she’s seen their faces around campus. she knew who they were. so why did she ignore them? simple. y/n knew better than to get involved with umich hockey team.

jess had told her about the people she should and shouldn’t be near. one of them including the whole team. it wasn’t anything bad but it was more of a “unless-you-want-to-deal-with-those-idiots-and-their-ways-i-suggest-you-stay-away” type of talk.

y/n couldn’t help but feel annoyed and roll her eyes. this has been going on for the past few days. one of them was always staring her down as she walked by. she was sick of it.

she stood there for a minute thinking of her next decision and if it would be wise and careful. “i’m sick of this shit so fuck it.” she whispered to herself.

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the four boys didn’t notice she had caught them. they were too engrossed in their own conversation (revolving around her obviously) to even look up. they had been coming up for a way for luke to ask her out or somewhat get to know her.

for the past 5 days, ever since the party, that’s all they’ve been doing. planning. scheming. plotting. whatever you wanna call it, it’s all they’ve doing.

“what if you like accidentally bump into her.” dylan suggested with a shrug. “it’s cliche but it could work.”

luke just shook his head. “no way is that happening.” he sighed. “this is pointless. we’ve ran out of ideas. i mean it’s already bad enough i agreed to doing this shit but-”

he got interrupted.

“can i help you?”

they four looked up to find the girl staring down at them.

“i’m sorry?” mark questioned.

“well considering the fact that you’ve been staring at me for a while now, you tell me.” she remarked.

luke cringed and closed his eyes as he realized they had all been caught. they didn’t mean to stare, really they hadn’t, but they did. maybe it was curiosity that got the best of them.

“oh we weren’t-”

she just laughed. “you weren’t what? looking? you know i’m starting to think you all have a problem with me or something.”

everyone somehow turned to look at luke for a second. he just gave them a look in return as to say ‘what?’.

“jess was right. you guys are weird.”

that had confirmed their assumptions. she was jess’s new roommate.

mackie asked, “you know jess?”

she nodded. “she’s my roommate. who has told me what i need to know.”

luke perked up at that statement. “what exactly has she told you?”

“wouldn’t you like to know?” dylan leaned over and said in a low voice so only luke could hear.

luke elbowed him in the rib. “shut the hell up.” he responsed in a whisper before turning back towards the girl.

“not much. just how you’re all self centered dickheads who think way too highly of themselves and need an ego check. you know, the small things.”

fucking jess.

mark turned to her. “do you believe her?”

“i’m starting too.” she said. she was about to turn around before pausing and looking back at them. “don’t let me catch you staring again. it’s creepy.” with that, she turned and walked off towards the entrance.

“bro, go talk to her.” mackie suggested as he gestured to the girl who was walking away.

luke quickly got up and began to jog over in order to catch up to her. he began to slow down as he was right behind her. “hey.”

she paused. “what do you want now?” she turned around and crossed her arms.

“i just wanted to um-i wanted to ask if-can i have your number?” luke got out.

y/n furrowed her eyebrows at the question. “yeah no. especially after what just happened back there.” she took a step. “and i don’t even know your name.”

you idiot. who asks for a girls number without giving them your name first?? she already thinks you’re weird.

is what luke thought to himself as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“it’s luke.”

“maybe next time, luke.”

and with that, she walked away.

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it was a thursday morning and y/n was out, shopping at a strip mall. she and jess had decided to look for new clothes for the spring that was to come in two months.

“hey jess, how about this?” y/n said as she held up a navy blue halter top that had a lace trim to her body.

she turned around to hoping to find jess.

she didn’t.

rather she were met with luke’s tall, lanky, figure.

“i think it looks great.” he responded, a hand in his pocket while the other was pointing to the top. “although i’m sure i’m not the person you were hoping to ask.”

“nooooo, really?” y/n said, sarcasm obviously laced in her voice.

luke smiled and nodded his head.

“where is jess?” she asked as she started to look around, hoping to get out of this situation.

“i don’t know. she saw me and waved and wondered off.” he shrugged.

“thanks, that was very helpful.”

“i know right. i’m such great help.”

“asshole.” she whispered to herself.

“what was that? i couldn’t quite hear you.” luke questioned as he leaned down to her height and put a hand behind his ear, signifying he was listening. she didn’t know why but she somehow found that attractive.

“nothing.” she quickly replied. luke had a smug look on his face. “move, i’m going to find jess.” she muttered as she pushed past luke and began to walk to a different aisle she thought (hoped) jess would be in.

luke stood there, dumbfounded, before he turned around and began to walk with her. “you know we should hang out. grab dinner, talk, get to know each other..” he trailed off and y/n just scoffed and turned around.

“why are you talking to me?” the girl suddenly inquired.

luke was taken aback.

“what?”

“why are you talking me?” she repeated. “i mean i don’t even know you, apart from the fact that your name is luke and you play for the school’s hockey team, but other than that, i don’t, i’m literally talking to a stranger right now.”

luke half smiled. “since when is talking to a pretty girl like yourself, illegal?”

she shouldn’t have blushed at that comment but she did any way. luke seemed to have noticed as he let out a small chuckle.

“that still didn’t answer my question.” she quipped back.

“well, i want to get to know you. i saw you one day and couldn’t help but think, ‘god, she’s beautiful’ so why not talk to you?”

y/n rolled her eyes. “you’re a weird dude, you know that?” he smiled sheepishly.

“i’m gonna go find jess.” she said. “hopefully the next time i see you, it’s when we’re out of college.” she told him as she walked away, a small sway in her hips.

luke stood there, a smile on his face before he turned around to exit the store.

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the next day, y/n was at work at a local diner across the street from campus. she had an afternoon shift from 5:30 pm to 10:00 pm. pop had asked her if she could close the diner which she had agreed to. so here she stood, bent over slightly, as she wiped down the booth table at the end of the aisle of booths.

the lyrics to an old song from the 70’s came form the jukebox on the opposite end of the diner and had reached their way to her ears. she had began to sing the lyrics quietly to herself.

there was only a couple, a regular who was a sweet old man named tom, and her co-worker, pop (also known as the owner of the diner) left. he was 52 years old and was still running the place. in y/n’s eyes, he’s a second father to her. he always took care of her and had great advice.

she suddenly heard the bell above the door ring, signaling someone had walked in. although closing time wasn’t until 10:00, she had decided to start getting the place ready for close up time by wiping the countertops and tables.

“sorry, we’re closed.” she announced to whoever had walked in, not even bothering to look up y the table.

“doesn’t seem like it to me.” an, oh, so familiar voice said.

y/n paused her movements as she looked up from where she was busy cleaning, to find the infamous luke hughes, standing at the entrance.

y/n put the rag over her shoulder and walked towards the counter, getting behind it to take luke’s order. “stalking is illegal ya know?” she stated. “no matter where i am, you’re always right behind me.”

luke just rolled his eyes and scoffed as he took a seat on the barstool closest to her. “i’m not stalking you.”

“then how’d you figure out where i work?” she responded as she closed the cashier.

“don’t worry about it.” he waved off.

y/n squinted at him. “you asked jess, didn’t you?”

“no.”

she gave him a raised eyebrow.

“maybe.”

y/n groaned and just grabbed her notepad she used to take orders. “well you’re here now, might as well take your order. what can i get for you?” she asked as she put on a fake smile.

“i’ll take two vanilla milkshakes, please.” luke said and she wrote his order down.

y/n looked up from notepad. “is that all?” she asked the boy. he nodded his head and y/n ripped the paper out. “i’ll be back with your shakes.”

she walked over towards the small window that looked into the kitchen. “order in pop!” she exclaimed as she slid the paper over to the man who took it and began to look at it.

“two vanilla milkshakes? for that lonely fella?” pop questioned as he looked over to luke who was looking around. “is he your boyfriend or somethin’?”

“i barely know the kid. we’ve only talked twice.” y/n said as she held up two fingers.

pop just shook his head and smiled. “he seems like a good kid.”

“i guess. you know he asked me out the other day?” pop raised his eyebrows in amusement. she laughed. “i don’t know. he just did.”

“and you said no?”

“well yeah. what am i supposed to say? you can’t know someone for two days and ask them out. that’s weird.” y/n stated. “and not very proper.”

“he probably likes you.” pop suggested.

“la la la la la la! no! don’t go there!” she told him as she pointed a finger at him. “no.”

he just laughed before he backed up slightly. “i’ll be back with your order.” he said. “for now..go talk to him.” y/n just shook her head.

she walked back to the counter and got to work. tom had paid already, but he had decided to stay for a little longer. she looked over and noticed he had begun to grab the newspaper and his bag. he got up and walked towards the counter. “i’ll see you tomorrow tom?”

“sadly, no. charlotte’s coming down from wisconsin for her birthday.” he replied back with a smile on his face at the mention of his granddaughter.

“oh tell her i said happy birthday.”

“i will. goodbye, y/n.” he waved towards the girl.

“bye tom!” y/n waved back as he left the building, the bell ringing.

she went back to the cashier as the couple came up to pay for their food. she handed them their cash before waving goodbye as they also exited, the bell ringing once again.

“so i was thinking,” luke started.

“i forgot you were still here.”

luke just shushed her. “as i was saying, i was thinking of heading to the beach tomorrow.” luke continued. “and i was wondering if you wanted to come with me? that way we can get to know each other.”

“luke seriously, what is it with you and trying to get me to go somewhere with you?” y/n stated.

“what? you don’t trust me?” luke asked.

“it’s not that i don’t trust you, which i don’t, it’s just that we’ve only known each other for two days and you already want to take me out when i don’t even know you.”

“well then this is your chance to get to know me better.” luke explained.

“you won’t give up till i say yes, will you?”

“mhm.”

“no.” she bluntly answered.

“oh, come on y/n! let me get to know you. learn more about you. you seem like a nice person. it’s obvious from the way you are with strangers and customers.” he whined.

“it’s called having manners.”

“please? just one time.”

“if i say yes to going, will you leave me alone?”

luke perked up at the question. “yes! i promise! you just say yes and i’ll leave you alone afterwards if you want me to.”

“promise?”

“promise. i’ll even lock pinkys with you.” he replied.

“okay.” y/n said.

“okay? as in you’ll go with me tomorrow?” he repeated.

she nodded. “okay, as in i’ll go with you tomorrow as long as you leave me alone later.”

a big smile appeared on luke’s face. “thank you! you’re the best.” he exclaimed before he got up and took his wallet out. he pulled out a twenty before placing it on the counter.

she grabbed it and held it up. “what the hell?”

“for the milkshakes.” he explained.

“oh.”

“okay i’ll uh, i’ll see you tomorrow.” he rushed out before he turned around and began to walk towards the door before he suddenly paused and turned around. “i need your number.”

“oh.” y/n muttered. “um, give me your phone.” she said as she stuck out her hand. he fished his phone out of his pocket before unlocking it and handing it to her. she opened his contacts and added a new contact before typing her number in. “here. text me which one, and at what time.”

“ok i will. bye!” he rushed out. “oh and by the way, you look cute in your uniform.” he told her before turning around and leaving the diner, a slight breeze making its way in.

y/n felt her face get hot and she couldn’t help but smile before it quickly disappeared, reminding herself to not get excited over a boy.

“order is served.” pop said as he placed two milkshakes on the windowsill.

“sorry pop, he just left. but at least he payed his debts.” y/n stated as she held up the twenty dollar bill before placing it back on the countertop.

pop just smiled. “free milkshake?” he said as he held on up towards her.

a smile crept up onto her face. “duh. let me just lock the door.”

so like this is probably the most i’ve ever written in general which is fun. this took me like 8 days to write and it honestly sucks BOOTY!! but like it’s 1 in the morning right now and i’m low on energy so it makes sense? i think. also next chapter is js gonna be the beach “date”?? and some other stuff so be prepared for that. now i will be going to sleep bc i have to deal with children tmrw morning starting at 8:30. (why did i agree to helping out with summer school?? i don’t even know y) goodnight lovelies 🫶🫶

#luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #nj devils #new jersey devils #nhl #college hockey #umich hockey #umich boys #mackie samoskevich #dylan duke #mark estapa #isa’s works #love to be told au

[alwritey-aphrodite]

That’s My Whole World

Chapter 8 of There’s Nothing Like This

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x fem!footballer!reader

Warnings: angst, discussions of injury, vague depression thoughts

Word Count: 2.7k

Author’s Note: here she is, the final chapter!! Thank you for all the love on this series, and I’d be happy to write an epilogue or any other little drabbles anyone would like to request <3

Life doesn’t change in any dramatic way after you kiss Jamie. Really, it’s a little shocking how normal everything is. The two of you still spend almost every night together, parked on one of your couches in front of the TV while snacking or eating dinner, and the only difference is that now, you sit closer and you cuddle and you kiss him goodbye. Otherwise, everything’s the same as it has been.

Training is even more grueling than usual with your final game of the season against Arsenal on Saturday. If you lose this game, you come in second and everything you worked for this season would mean nothing. Even though coming in second place your first year in the league is astounding, you need to win, need to prove to everyone that you’re able to play with the big dogs, that you’re just as worthy of praise as the men.

Most nights when you come home, your mind and your body ache, sore all over and running in circles creating every possible scenario for Saturday. Jamie, though, has always been there when you’ve gotten home, no matter how late it was, and he always had warm food and would let you cry and rant and complain to him as long as you’d like.

Even though the end of the men’s season is right around the corner as well, there’s essentially no plausible way for them to lose, as they’ve been on top for the entire season, with even Man City trailing quite a few points behind. Your team, though, has been neck and neck with Arsenal for the entirety of the season, with the two of you switching between first and second place practically every week.

For now, though, you’re winning, and you’d like to keep it that way.

Jamie, despite his own stress about the upcoming end of the season, has never been anything but wonderful and reassuring, spending hours telling you that you have nothing to worry about and gently scolding you for working so hard and putting so much stress on yourself. It’s difficult to balance your intensity during training, and even though you know you need to be in the best shape possible with working muscles when Saturday rolls around, you also know you need to push yourself in training to get yourself to be as great as you know you can be.

Most evenings are spent with you icing your feet and your ankles and sometimes your knees, with Jamie gently rubbing the tension out of your shoulders. He never says it, but you know he thinks you’re pushing yourself too hard, but you can’t stop now. You’ve made it this far, what’s the point in slowing down when you’re so close to the top?

When Saturday morning rolls around, you’re sore and more anxious than you’ve ever been, feeling nauseous and unable to eat. Still, you manage to choke down some food because you know you need to eat, know that if you skip breakfast you’ll just feel worse when you get to Nelson Road. You take a steaming hot shower in the hopes of relaxing your muscles as much as possible, and by the time you’ve dried off and packed your bag, Mackie’s waiting in your driveway.

Silently thanking the universe for her perfect timing, you climb into the passenger’s seat to be greeted by the playlist you had made years ago to hype yourself up before your first game on the national team, even though you both sat on the bench the entire time. Just hearing the songs, remembering how far you’ve come, was enough to momentarily replace your ceaseless anxiety with pure joy, allowing you to simply enjoy a car ride with your best friend and turn off your worrying mind for a few minutes.

Pulling up to the Dog Track, though, it all comes rushing back and you’re an anxious mess, walking on autopilot to the dressing room and trying to ignore all the reports that call out to you in the parking lot. Inside, it’s noisy and bustling, the players and coaches scurrying through the dressing room with Keeley and Rebecca popping in every few minutes to “check on the state of everyone”.

All in all, it serves to make you more jittery, but it’s reassuring to know that everyone’s feeling much the same as you are. Changing into your kit, you take a moment to thank the universe for everything that’s happened to you, the good and the bad, because without that injury, you might not be here with a Richmond on your chest and a 9 on your back.

As Elena fixes your hair, making sure it’s slick and secure the same way she always does, the coaches stand at the front of the room with Keeley and Rebecca, clearly getting ready for their pregame speech. Instead of one of the coaches, though, Keeley steps forward.

“I just wanted to thank you guys for everything, for your hard work and dedication and positivity, even when it wasn’t easy,” she smiles at you, even though her eyes shimmer with tears, “and whatever happens out there, I’m proud of you.”

The room erupts into murmurs of agreement, shouting out your love for Keeley as she steps back by Rebecca, who wraps an arm around her shoulder and squeezes gently.

“Let’s go fucking crush them!” Roy adds, and the room explodes into noise, the team huddling up for the final time of the season.

Heading out onto the pitch, it’s shockingly loud and the stands are completely full, but they’re full of Richmond blue and red. Near the pitch you recognize the three men from the pub, all decked out in Richmond gear, even with their faces painted. It’s not hard to find the men’s team, either, who are all covered in Richmond swag as well, and you try not to grin when Jamie blows you a kiss. Mackie notices, and blows one back to him.

The energy is electric, and for the first time all day, you’re thinking that maybe you can win this.

In the final few minutes of the game, your hard work and hope are so close to being paid off, with a two-two tie and a clear path to the goal, you make a break for it, receiving a perfect pass from Mackie and closing in on the undefended goal when suddenly everything stops. You can’t see, you can’t breathe, and all you can hear is the ringing in your ears.

There are hands all around you, touching and prodding and supporting your head, and it’s not until someone reaches out for your right ankle that your body explodes in pain. It all comes back to you, the vicious tackle from an unseen defender that sent you flying and crashing onto the ground, your entire body weight landing on your bad foot. It feels like the whole foot, your ankle and your leg and your hip have been shattered, and now you’re hyperventilating as the medics rush over, your head placed in Mackie’s lap as she holds you steady.

The crowd is silent, waiting with bated breath to see what happened, to see if you’re alright, but the area around you is full of noise; the clear, direct speech of the medics and the frantic responses of all the players, teammates and rivals alike. Unable to move, unable to sit, unable to breathe, you’re placed on a stretcher and hurried off the field.

Of course it would end like this, in defeat and destruction. You were naive to think anything else would have happened, naive to think you were able to play with the big dogs because all these years later, you’re still just a stupid little girl who can’t stop herself from getting hurt. It doesn’t even hurt anymore, but you can’t tell if that’s from whatever they’ve injected you with or because of the shock and adrenaline coursing through your body.

Instead of taking you to the medic’s room, that warm little room with ice packs and various braces, you’re loaded into an ambulance and taken away from Nelson Road, away from your last chance at doing something great, doing something worth remembering other than getting spectacularly injured.

The last and first thing you see are blindingly bright lights, shining down from on high and you wonder for a second if you’d died, from shame or your injury, until the lights are shut off and your eyes adjust to the bleak hospital room. You’re on your back, foot wrapped like a mummy and elevated above your heart, and everything hurts, your entire body aches and screams in pain, but all you can do is let out a pitiful little moan.

This is your life again, helpless and stuck on your back like a sad classroom turtle, just something to be looked at with varying degrees of pity. You don’t even want to think about how helpless you were last time, how you needed to rely on someone to do everything for you, to cook for you and help you shower and walk you to the bathroom, and even just the thought of being stuck like that again makes bile rise in the back of your throat.

You’re interrupted from your self pity party by a soft knock at the door, and it takes all your effort to turn your head just the slightest bit.

“There are some people who’d like to see you, if you’d be ok with that?” The doctor asks in a gentle voice as if you’re a child. Helpless, helpless, helpless.

“Sure,” you try to say but your lips are cracked and your mouth is dry so you’re not confident any words come out but the doctor understands and leaves to usher someone else inside.

“How’re you feeling?” Mackie asks as she enters the room, and she can’t help but chuckle at the withering look you send her because obviously you’re not doing too great. She’s followed into the room by Elena and Keeley and Rebecca and Roy and Beard and Nate, all of them crowding around your little hospital bed. You can’t help but notice that Jamie isn’t with them, and you hate how it makes your chest ache even more.

“The rest of us are waiting outside,” Elena says, taking in your wandering eyes and knowing just what to say, “they wouldn’t let us all in and we won rock paper scissors.” You think you laugh at that, but you’re not convinced any sound comes out.

“I get to take you home later, take care of you like my little baby,” Mackie says, placing a kiss on your forehead in a rarely tender gesture, “I’m glad you’re alright.”

“Did we win?” You croak, desperate to know the answer while dreading what you might hear.

“3-2,” Roy nods over at Mackie, “this one almost ripped a hole in the net.” You smile at your best friend, despite the resentment and despair that sit deep in your chest. That should’ve been you, scoring a showstopping, game-winning goal, but instead you got a broken foot and endless misery. You want to be happy, but you feel like crying.

You stay that way, for a long, long time. The doctors are unable to determine the scope of your injury, saying that you could be back to playing by the start of next season or you could never play again. You could score the season-winning goal next year or you could never walk normally again. They don’t know, and you refuse to get your hopes up, refuse to think of soccer or the Greyhounds as much as possible.

Mackie, though, is always there, moving herself onto your couch while you wallow in the ground floor guest bedroom, reeking of misery and defeat. The physical pain of your shattered foot is nothing compared to the emptiness in your chest, the disgust you feel over needing someone to take care of you. Mackie doesn’t mind, you know she jumped on the opportunity to be your guardian while you were out, but something painful blooms in your chest every time she brings you food or your meds or asks if you need help getting to the bathroom.

Most of your time is spent crying, the sound of the TV turned up to drown out the noise even though you know Mackie can hear you. You’re just grateful she never says anything, never looks at you with those wide, pitiful eyes and instead she remains her sarcastic, witty self. It’s a nice reminder that not everything has changed, that while your career is most likely over, your life isn’t over.

The Greyhounds come over to visit often, gathering around your bed or sitting on the floor when you’re finally able to make the trip to the living room without gritting your teeth in pain. Rebecca and Keeley send you gifts all the time, pastries and books and snacks you know cost a fortune to ship over from the States, and even the men’s team make sure you know they care, ordering dinner for you or stopping by to chat and vacuum and make sure you’re not going insane with having only Mackie to talk to.

Jamie comes the most, though, relieving Mackie of her babysitting duties as much as he can and as much as you love him, you hate how often he’s around. You hate that he has to see you like this, that he doesn’t mind that you haven’t showered properly in weeks and that you barely brush your hair and that most of the time you’re together, you just sit and cry.

He doesn’t mind at all, though, telling you time and time again that if you want him to leave, he will, but he doesn’t want to go. He’s happy to wipe your tears when you cry and brush out your hair for you, happy to help you to the bathroom or out to your backyard once the weather gets warmer and the doctors say you don’t need to elevate your foot 24/7.

“I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do anymore,” you say for what feels like the thousandth time, voice thick and swiping aggressively at your eyes with the back of your hand.

“You’re gonna play football,” Jamie says, just like he always does, trying his best to be a beacon of light for you.

Even though you tried to believe him before, even though you desperately wanted him to be right before, the start of the season is creeping closer and closer and your foot is still encased in plastic and velcro, you still struggle with walking by yourself and you haven’t even started physical therapy yet. It feels like your heart is physically breaking, but you know you won’t be playing this season.

“Take a season off,” Jamie says, readjusting your position so he can hold you better, “sit on the bench and annoy grandad all year.” You laugh wetly, and you can feel Jamie smiling into your hair, “or maybe you don’t come back and play, but you could coach or find a pundit gig or write books for kids like Leah Williamson.”

“She still plays though,” you counter, knowing you’re being shitty but thinking that maybe in this situation that’s acceptable.

“Your life isn’t over,” he places a kiss to the crown of your head, “we’ll figure it out, yeah?”

And you will. Clearly, with how slowly your foot is healing, you have plenty of time to figure it out, and you know Jamie and Mackie and Elena and all your other friends and teammates will be there with you every step of the way. You could always wait a season, let yourself rest and heal properly, the way you deserve, before stepping back onto the pitch. Or maybe you’ll never step foot on the pitch as a player again, but you could coach or write or do a thousand different jobs that keep you in the soccer world, or you could leave it all behind forever.

Maybe this chapter of your life is over, but a new one’s about to begin and you can’t wait to see what it holds.

Tags: @andr0medafallen @whimsical-roasting @sokkigarden @hopefulromances @buckychristwrites @guccilongboard @onceuponaoneshot @yepyeahuhhuh @allthefandomtherapy @gibby31 @buddyjuststop @ellietartt @cancvr @brianandthemays @sonyume @aiyaiy @yokolesbianism @jamietarttdodo @innocentbi-stander @skewedcherries @neenieweenie

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt fic #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt fluff

[tonysbed]

Swimming Dicks

Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Mcu Cast x FemReader

Summary:A fan’s questions gets you and Chris into a tricky situation

warnings:Mention of Penises/Sex,Mackie is confused,Scott is in the audience

“So..Chris.What is the strangest thing someone asked you?”Chris thought for a moment and laughed”Oh I have something.”He looked over at you”No!Evans!”He only laughed at you”So one day Y/n and I were at the pool at Ma’s house.I went swimming and she laid in the sun.Everything fine and chill.”He couldn’t hold back another laugher while you shrunk in your seat.

“I lifted myself out of the water and she sat up.Y/n only looks at me and goes:Chris?Does your Penis swim or is it at your body when you are in the water?And looked at me in the most curious way”Everyone erupted into laughter.

After everyone calmed down Hemsworth spoke up. “Well mine doesn’t”He said and looked at Chris”Mine neither”And looked at you”Who’s Penis is swimming?Mine doesn’t do that either”Hiddleston said laughing.

Mackie was confused”Hold up.How big are your dicks that they don’t swim?!”Everyone erupted into laugher again”What?It’s a good question”He said shrugging. “How tiny is YOURS that it does swim?”Sebastian asked,leaning over to him”You wanna find out?”

Sebastian’s eyes widened and he sat back up straight.

”No thanks dude”

Everyone laughed again”Well..Now we got that answered and now let’s move on”You try to change the topic”No,No,No.Y/n.How big is Chris’ dick that it doesn’t swim?!”Mackie asked,slightly offended.Chris laughed and did his famous left boob grab on himself.

“Wha-?How should I-What the?I don’t even know that!”You said”LIE!”Someone screamed from the audience.Just then you spotted Chris’ brother Scott in the first row.You opened your mouth to say something but closed it after nothing came.

“Scott is obsessed with the idea of me and Y/n dating.Just ignore him.”Chris said,trying to cover your stuttering.Mackie didn’t believe a word that came out of Chris’ mouth”Leave them alone my gosh.”Scarlett said laughing”If they wanna have sex then let them.It’s not like they would admit their feelings for each other”Robert said and leaned back in his chair.

Now it was not only your but also Chris’ mouth that was open”What?!”You answered”We aren’t having sex-“,”ANOTHER LIE”Scott again”Dude.Shut up.You have no idea about anything”You say into Scott’s direction”No?Then who’s woman stuff is it at his house?You play golf too.Normally you wear a shirt with your last name on it.Are you missing it?Well it’s in Chris’ house”Scott said.

You were indeed missing your golf shirt.After the last time you played with Chris,you went home with him.Normally you two would never give in but the tension was to much to ignore.Since then it happened after premier’s,in your trailer’s on set,Bathroom’s or just at home.You leaned back”I’m not gonna say anything anymore”You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

Chris also leaned back and over to you”Well Scott is a backstabber”He said.You nodded and turned your head to him”But poor mackie.Guess his Dick is really not that big”You said jokingly.Chris laughed and laid his forget on your shoulder.You laughed too.

Maybe it was time to take Scott’s words serious..?

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So.. it proofread AGAIN but I love writing my Imaginary Scenarios into FanFics.I think those are actually the best AND funniest😀

#chris evans fluff #chris evans imagine #mcu cast #tom hiddleston #anthony mackie #sebastian stan fluff #robert downey junior #marvel #chris evans x female reader #funny stuff #chris hemsworth

[yankstrash]

i think we need a party scenario with king duker for celly prompt day 💅🏻

i think you're so right.

request for the umich celly extravaganza !

The day that the hockey team arrived back in Michigan after advancing to the Frozen Four, of course they threw a party.

The sophomore house was PACKED as everyone celebrated the teams huge win that brought them one step closer to winning it all.

You walked into the living room to find your boyfriend, and oh boy did you find him.

Dylan was standing on a table with Mackie as the two boys had their drinks up in the air.

"EVERYONE, LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO OUR LORD AND SAVIOR!" Dylan yelled, putting his arm around Mackie.

"MR. MACKIE FUCKING SAMOSKEVICH!"

Everyone erupted in cheers as the two boys yelled and and cheers'd their drinks.

You laughed at the scene in front of you, shaking your head at your crazy boyfriend.

Dylan spotted you in the crowd and pointed. "AND, LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO THE COOLEST, SMARTEST AND SEXIEST GIRL AT THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN, Y/N Y/L!" Your boyfriend yelled as all attention moved to you.

You put your head in your hands and shook your head as everyone around you cheered.

"MY GIRLFRIEND THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND!" He yelled again.

Finally, you lifted your head up and jokingly waved to everyone around you.

The boys clinked beer bottles one more time before Dylan hopped off the table and made his way over to you.

"Like my speech?" He asked, pulling you into his arms.

"Definitely, Dyl. Thanks for putting me on the spot." You said, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You're welcome, pumpkin."

"WOOOOOOO, FROZEN FOUR BABY!!!!" Mark yelled as he walked past you two.

"WOOOOOOOO!" Dylan yelled back as he pulled apart from you.

You just laughed at your drunk, excited boyfriend and his teammates as they rightfully celebrated the night away.

#dylan duke #dylan duke imagine #dylan duke x reader #umich hockey #yankstrash extravaganza

[musette22]

Hellloo, straight to the point, an idea (a delusional one, yes) suddenly came to me. Can you imagine if Sebastian and Chris were challenged to flirt with each other (I imagine it in the CW press tour era) playfully (it sounds silly written down but with some celebrities it actually happens ok? But we don't have that much luck) and whoever flirts better wins some stupid paper trophy or something. And I just can't stop grinning because no matter how they would respond, it would be very interesting.

They would be either really miserable (because there's always been romantic tension) and being like "what about Mackie? Can we do that with him? Whoever wins against Mackie will get the trophy, maybe?" And Mackie is like "Nah-ah-uh man I'm comfortable the way things are, and how are you two gonna beat me? go on boys, [to the interviewer] have you guys got any popcorns around here?"

Or Mackie would just save their awkward asses because he's a great guy and a great friend.

Or, they would accept their fate and would be blushing hard before any word's been spoken. And about this part, it gets me so excited thinking about it that I don't even know what they'd say to each other, I would be interested in your ideas, Minnie 😉

I'm sorry this wasn't supposed to become that long, I wish I wasn't so horrible at writing, otherwise I would write this thing myself.

Oh god this was really silly. Thanks for reading honey, sorry again. I send you lots of love and wish you the best💙

NONNIE, I loooooove this!!! This idea is right up my street! 😍

It reminds me a bit of the premise of my fic Heat Wave actually, since Chris is also challenged to flirt with Seb in that one, and during the CW era too😉 So if you're interested in my ideas about how Chris might flirt with Sebastian, check out that little story! I think he'd just go a little alpha male and use his low voice and his muscles and cheeky smile to make Seb swoon! As for Sebastian, I almost can't even imagine how he'd act when challenged like this, because I feel like he'd crumble so hard when trying to flirt with Chris in a more obvious way 😂 I think his flirting game is stronger when he can be subtle and teasing (smiling cutely and biting his lip and laughing at Chris's jokes) than if he'd actually have to whip out the pick up lines and get in Chris's space and be bold and all that, but maybe I'm wrong 🤷🏻‍♀️

So yeah, my guess is Chris would definitely win this little challenge, sorry Sebastian..!

Also, I love Mackie's role in your scenario, that's so typically good bro Mackie, I love it. Of course he'd ask for popcorn lmao💙 Also, I don't think you're horrible at writing at all, nonnie! Why don't you give it a go? 😉 I'd love to read a full of fic of this! Thanks for sending me this idea, lovely!! I enjoyed it very much, sending you a big hug! 😘

#sebastian stan #chris evans #evanstan #rpf #minnie answers

[allycat75]

Jesus, Boston Dumb Fuck! Everytime I think you can't look more sad and pathetic, you find a way to surprise me!

But in all seriousness, you look like you are going to break with the next automaton scenario programming- there will only be that endless blue circle on your face. Contractual obligations or not, is there anyone around you who sees the strain and internal earthquakes that are fixing to take you down?

You didn't wear the Cali, hat so you didn't signal what is left of your fandom to assemble to help. You didn't even wear the NASA hat to acknowledge what a shitshow you have created. But we all know your handlers and their minions like to troll our blogs, so maybe you felt it unsafe. But for the love of all that is good and holy, there has to be someone around you who is an "enemy of Carlotta" and can offer you a hand.

Or could this be more of your manipulation by playing the victim? And thus lies the tragedy. You have become the boy who cried wolf and at a time when you actually could need saving, the last bridge has been burned and no one may be coming.

If nothing else, hug Dodger, since that is the only thing that comes out of your mouth I trust to be real. Prepare for this role as a deviant priest, if that is what he is (hopefully they have been doing some major script doctoring to tone down the Drive Away Dolls vibe; it rarely ever works, but y'all can try). Enjoy New Mexico, I hear it is lovely. You may not find ticks, but try to avoid the scorpions and rattlesnakes. You need to make this one count, since I hope this is your last Con for awhile. Let people get used to Mackie being Captain America, since that is the only reason people wait in line to meet you. It certainly isn't for Johnny Storm as you are now two actors removed from that role. People already try and paint you as creepy- don't be the dude hanging out in the high school parking lot well past his prime. Move on! From so many goddamn things.

Granted, I have only seen stills and heard about what you discussed at the con today, so I could be way off base. But from what I have gathered it was more of the same inorganic bullshit prearranged by your corrupt and incompetent team- just as everything you have done for at least the last two years, but I suspect you have run this con longer than you care to admit.

Well, that's all for now. I'll play myself out...

#Skinny Falstaff #Ai in human form #brian wilson vibes #liars suck! #i hate manipulation #i don't like hypocrites #you are the company you keep #get some help #Youtube

[greazyfloz]

THIS WEEK SCHEDULED CONTENT

/ What I'm working on :) MAY 22-28

note: Only posting what I for sure will be posted. If it is not scheduled I put an estimate date, check back again for times if you see an upcoming post you are interested in reading for the time :)

-Also I have close to 100 requests in my inbox, so to try and get them out as quickly as possible but still good quality, so I will pick the requests that have a lot of detail of what you want to see, current event scenarios, I either think of something immediately for or was already thinking of. I was going in order by date, but some I get writers block.

SCHEDULE:

Monday (22):

Lust of Love (Blanks Series) - 3pm EST - Whole series list here

Wanna Try - Part 3 (T.Z) - 12pm EST - Other parts on his masterlist

Fluff w/ Andrei Svechnikov - 1:15pm EST

Smut w/ Clayton Keller - 2pm EST

Smut w/ Andrei Svechnikov - 4:35pm EST

Wanna Try - Part 4 (T.Z) - 9pm EST

Lust or Love (Blank Series Chapter 4) - 7:30pm EST

Tuesday (23):

Lust or Love -Chapter 5 - 2:15pm EST

Smut w/ Mackie Samoskevich - 5:30pm EST

Smut w/ Mark Estapa - 6:30pm EST

Angst w/ Andrei Svechnikov - 8pm EST

Wednesday (24): TBD

Lust or Love - Chapter 6 - 1pm EST

Angst w/ Quinn Hughes - 3:30pm EST

Lust or Love - Chapter 7 - 5:30pm EST

Smut w/ Luke Hughes - 6:15pm EST

Angst w/ Nico Hischier - 7:15pm EST

Thursday (25): TBD

Friday (26): TBD

Saturday (27): TBD

Sunday (28): TBD

CURRENTLY WORKING ON:

(No particular order)

Love or Lust - Chapter 8+

Nico Hischier + Jack Hughes Smut

Quinn Hughes Smut

List and Schedule is subject to change. -More will be added as I work through them and schedule posts :)

[shadowpeachyuri]

Hiya! Technically health-wise I'm in no condition to be trying but y'know the curse of ao3 writers lmao, still, I wanted to see if I can make a rough skeleton outline of a fic that deals with our corpse flower smelling monkey, as the owner of those banger revived!Macky hcs, you mind if I write about them, w credit obviously :P I've already written one walking corpse fic out of a character, another shouldn't be too hard to try and mimic the suspense of but I want more reaction out of this one so the only tricky part would be the larger cast interaction and coming up w more scenarios over a larger area mostly post-reveal and if we want Macky to be saved in any way 🤔 and if I want to try to fool the audience into not knowing Macky is a revived dying corpse until the sus builds up but if its from his pov, then he's going to know, unless if I try being more tricky with it. the only starting scene I can think of is him trying to brush his fur and how many clumps fall out. we could throw him into a fight that draws no blood, or it can be a simple accident at Pigsy's place. does he need to go to the bathroom. is his heart still beating, maybe only his heart and brain are working. but its like a ticking clock then for true functionality. can we frankenstein him. lots of good quotes in that book I can try to Macify. my patchwork monkey, maybe he's that concept of a "hungry ghost." they say some ppl turn into regular ghosts before dying a second time. just cannot catch a break huh. tfw when you're a character designed for death in everyway. thinking about this makes me excited for S5 what kind of shenanigans will they drag him through to continue his redemption arc. we barely left on the edge of shadowpeach and their silent communication trope there is SO MUCH MORE that could be coming.

anon. grips your shoulders. there are so many things i want to tell you right now. like

1) take care of yourself, your health is the most important thing.

2) i may have thought of them but i do NOT own those headcanons, i posted them BECAUSE i wanted to share them with people!!

3) i still have some dead macaque headcanons floating around from plans of a fic abt it i never wrote if you want to chat abt it!

4) your ideas on it are really cool and i do think the world needs more freaky zombie macaque so PLEASE go ham!!!!!

5) if youre writing it, then it's YOUR story and the mechanics of the walking corpse thing work however the hell you want them to!!

and finally. good luck this sounds sick as hell man

#ask!! #anon ask!! #tbh i lowkey picture it as like. a ghost possessing a corpse type deal? #where lbd's magic allowed the possession to happen and preserved the body mostly intact #but like. she really doesnt give even a little bit of a shit abt macaque's quality of unlife

[cable-knit-sweater]

Ok, Maya. Before we find out the ~truth~ of the cameos, can you imagine this:

Sebastian got all shy and blushy about asking Chris to voice Tommy Lee's penis and it was brought up in interviews a bunch of times. What if Chris calls Sebastian when he hears and is like "well, you coulda asked me. I probably would have done it!" and they catch up etc etc.

Then when he's doing Ghosted and knows there'll be cameos, Chris has zero hesitation calling up Sebastian and asking him to come to Atlanta to film - just so Sebastian knows that he'll always be willing to cameo in anything Sebastian wants him to. Even if it's a prosthetic pee-pee.

ok ily i'm going back to my training and absolutely NOT thinking about what's happening on Friday

TEJODORE 😭😭💖💖💖

Please I need the truth about the cameos yesterday, I can’t handle this 😭😭😭 CAN YOU IMAGINE????

Okay.

I can definitely imagine your little scenario, omfg 😭 I absolutely LOVE the idea of Chris making sure Sebastian knows he can always call him 🥺 that’s so freaking sweet 🥰 Seb definitely looked like he’d die of embarrassment if he’d have to ask Chris to do the voice for Tommy’s penis lololol, but he still brought it up so much that I feel like he needed Chris to know. Or he’s just so desperate to talk about Chris. Probably both 😂

I think Chris wouldn’t have zero hesitation - he’s an idiot lmao - I think he’d need a little prompting, maybe Mackie figuring out he doesn’t know how to ask and pushing him to do it anyway, but when he does, and Seb is all, blushy and honored and asking if he’s sure, and Chris is like “of course I’d ask you, the only reason I haven’t asked before is because you’re always so busy and doing incredible stuff and I-“ and then Seb cuts him off and tells him he’d always show up if Chris called. And Chris tells him the same. Even if it’s for a prosthetic pee-pee, LMFAO, i love you 🤣

I hope the rest of your work day & your training go by super quickly!! Good luck trying not to think about all of the scenarios, I know I for one am incapable, but you’re so much stronger than me & I believe in you! I love you soooo much 💕💕💕💕

#maya answers #evanstan #ghosted #tej 💕💕💕💕

[goldengirlls]

𝐉𝐎’𝐒 𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘⋆

꩜ this is totally wicked!! never thought I’d make it to 3k followers, but yet here I am with all my BFF’s!! and in honor of that let’s have a bitchin’ time partying! ꩜

thank you guys for supporting me and constant love, I’m truly in love with every single on of you!🤍💫☁️🎱

🛼📼💥💫💘“THAT IS SO RAD” 🛼📼💥💫💘

◡̈ let’s play FMK or would you rather! ◡̈

❬ main shit — master list for my boys ❭

「 what’s your damage? — requests are now open!!」

❛ what’s the 411? — ask and talk to me about anything!! ❜

໑ I"M BUGGIN OUT ࿔

ⵢ RULES — so we can boogie ⵢ

pick the THREE things below!! (character, pairing & smut or fluff) and if you want a specific scenario!!

wont be more than 1k words

make sure to include what you want! (will not write anything that im uncomfortable with)

▾BOY TOYS▾

sebastian stan

bucky barnes

carter baizen

chris evans

steve rogers

ari levinson

ransom drysdale

lloyd hansen

anthony mackie

sam wilson

drew starkey

rafe cameron

rudy pankow

jj maybank

📸💘ᨓ THATS LIKE SO PHAT ᨓ 📸💘

🛼 〻 arcade’s or roller rinks?〻 🕹️

⬧ PAIRINGS ⬧

dads best friend

friend/best friend

best friend’s brother

athlete (sport of your choosing)

DILF!!

🌈🍭▿ SMUT OR FLUFF !! ▿ 🍭🌈

☯️🌞🛼SUPA FLY☯️🌞🛼

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #carter baizen #sebastian stan #chris evans #ari levinson smut #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson #steve rogers #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x female reader #smut #ransom drysdale x female reader #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen x reader #marvel #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #obx #outer banks #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe cameron x reader #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x fem!reader #outerbanks smut #goldenjo’s 3k celebration

[igotanidea]

Gritty - sweetbitter fanfiction (Jake x OC) chapter 2

previously:

chapter 1 - Welcome to New York

pairing: Jake x OC

word count: 5.388

warning: swearing

masterlist

Chapter 2

It we ever meet again.

Fuck

-Hello Jake.

Holy fuck.

Well, don’t mind me if I freak out inside a bit after seeing a boy ( a man?) who in fact did break my heart IN THE PAST. Not that I’m gonna let him know of course. I mean, about both freaking out and my broken heart. Collected outside, as usual, since we are going to work together now (whether I like it or not) I decide it’s best to acknowledge him. In that scenario I have at least the tiniest bit of leverage over him, even I feel a sharp pain inside. I just stay in the middle of the kitchen, frozen again while the servers keeps on running around, miraculously avoiding any collision. It’s almost like the time had stopped for me. Jake seemed surprised as well, his eyes gave him away.

-Kestrel? – his voice is as deep and dark as I remember when he calls me by the childhood nickname. I hate it, but it does something to me – What are you …. – he almost dropped the bike he was carrying when he saw me.

- No time for that, now! – Simone chimed in, moving me towards my work place urging to get going– We will catch up later. Same goes for you, Jake. Hurry up!

I just smiled faintly at him and moved away. Focusing on work was exactly what I needed and what I actually was able to do. Tess, however, with her openly and curious attitude starts her usual round of questions.

-Who was that? – she asked Simone while watching Jake walk away. I didn’t blame her – he was hot. Despite his bad boy attire or maybe because of it, he was definitely a sight to watch. Especially for the newbie, who knew nothing about the background and bigger picture. The poor girl seemed to lost her mind and soul at the spot. It was like a stereotypic love story – a good and nice girl from a small town falls for the wrong guy. How cliché.

- That was Jake – Simone answered – he’s the bartender.

- Bartender? – I scoffed – I see he learnt how to use his natural talents, than.

- Mackie ….. – Simone gently warned me and I raised my hands in surrender. – Jake – she turned towards Tess and sighed – is someone you should avoid, you know. He can be a lot to handle if you don’t know him.

Sure as hell he was. I learnt that first hand, so I was torn between warning Tess as well and letting her make her own mistakes. Something was telling me, that once infatuated she would never listen to a voice of reason.

-I want to get to know  him – she muttered, barely audible but I did heard and looked at her carefully. She was already lost in her feelings.

-You will. But not just now. We have a lot to do, ok, little one? After service. And that’s a promise to you too, Mackie.

 - Can’t wait – I grinned sarcastically when she left with the dishes.

- Do you know him too? – Tess asked once she joined me by the sink

-I knew him – I sighed – in the past. Very turbulent past. Look, Tess, I’m not gonna mother you – she saddened at my choice of words – but I agree with Simone on this one. You should be careful around him. Jake can be …. intense.

-I’ll keep that in mind – she turned around gathering some dirty cutlery.

- But you’re gonna do it your own way, don’t you? – I let the question hang between us, both of us well aware of the answer.

What Tess did not notice was that Will was checking her out since the very second she came through the kitchen door. He seemed like a nice guy. She seemed like a nice girl. And that was exactly why they would never really work together. And that was why it never worked between me and Jake – we were toxic for each other. Like a poison. And that was also the reason why I would never engage in anyone’s private life and give any advice. I was not exactly the role model for relationships and living issues. And what I said in the past was still valid – I was the person to watch from the distant and help people imperceptibly rather than making any vivid impact. 

-Service! – Scott, the sous-chef yelled from behind me, but there were no servers to actually get the dish from him. Guess they were busy with the customers. Being at risk of delay, Will, who was in charge of the shift was turning around frantically trying to come up with a solution.

- Oh come, on! We’ve got soigne waiting! – he mutters under his nose. A second later he spotted me. - Mackie! Grab it and go! – Will looked at me making me move as he grabbed some other plates and nudged me to follow.

-Isn’t that beyond my pay level?

- Just come with me, we don’t have time for this. I don’t know why but I trust you to do that.

And so I did it, suddenly remembering everything I learned in the past. The three dish which was the professional word for carrying three plates at once without getting burned or dropping anything, the steady walk to avoid slipping, the smile you put on when you present the meal to the guest. Everything came back so naturally. My first service and I already get out of kitchen, because I’m reliable. Watch me soar, Harold. Of course, when I did enter the front restaurant I had to go through bar where Nicky and Jake were already working their asses off. The older one smiled at me and gave me a thumbs-up while I just nodded at him and without paying any attention to the other guy just followed Will as well as my instincts with the guests.

-This goes to the table 15 – Will pointed – can you handle?

- Of course I can. Besides, is it not a bit late to ask? – I swiftly moved between the tables and served it perfectly.

- With chef’s compliments – I added when all of the guest had their plates in front of them.

-You are a new face, aren’t you pretty one? – one of the man looked at me.

-Indeed I am, sir.

-A natural talent than. Since I’ve been coming here and I am a regular for the last couple years Howard never let any new face serve dishes before learning how to pour drinks and how to put things in order first. The new ones usually just follow the older and more experienced servers. Thank you, miss… ?

- Mackie, sir.

- A pretty name for a pretty girl. You can expect quite the tip my dear.

- Thank you again, sir. – I turned on my heels. Anyone else on my place would probably be full with self-satisfaction but not me. After all, I expected no less than perfection and professionalism from myself. It was my obligation to provide them. But yes, deep inside it was nice to hear those words from the customer.  

The rest of the service just went smoothly. It was fast-paced and involved a lot of effing and jeffing. Got to admit, the staff had the language. At least behind the kitchen door, because when they entered the main space they were transformed into the most gentle and professional people ever.  Shit, the atmosphere I haven’t felt in a while made the blood in my veins rush and I felt alive. All of the smells from the products, the heat from the oven, the steam and the sound of clangorous dinnerware, the muffled conversation between the cooks – I believe it was Spanish….. all that combined together feels like … home, a familiar place where you know you can be yourself, however crazy that may sound. Most of the night I just stayed in the kitchen and honestly didn’t mind. There was however one time when Will asked me for help again.

-Behind you – he warned approaching me at the sink. Another vocational thing which helped in avoiding any damage and abrupt turns – Mackie, can you grab two glasses of Pinot Noir from the bar and follow me to the table? – I just nodded while he grabbed plates and led the way out. As I spotted Nicky and tried to ask him for the wine, Jake waylaid.

- What do you need?

- Pinot.

- How many?

- Two glasses.

Without any unnecessary words and movements he just reached onto the shelf and handed me what I needed. When he did, his hand briefly brushed against mine and lingered there for a second almost like there was something going inside his head. However, I did not gave him any chance to speak his mind as I quickly fled ( yes, I did in fact fled. For work, of course, why else?), doing my best to ignore Jake’s burning stare I almost felt on my back. I was not affected by it. Truly. I was also not affected when I walked back and he was still gazing, this time his eyes fixed on my face with that cold yet gentle expression I knew well enough. The one reserved only for the people he cared about and only for the situations where he felt safe enough to let his guard down. I did not reciprocated.

Before I knew it, the service was over, all of the guest left the premise and we were finally able to catch our breath and maybe celebrate a little. I was tired but full of satisfaction and this little moment of absent-mindedness had to be my undoing as one of the servers (it was Ari or Heather – I wasn’t quite sure of the name) bumped into me.   

-Watch where you going, Mystery – she spat at me.

-I do – I massaged my elbow which got hit pretty hard – but you are the one who bumped into me. Am I invisible?

-I’m sorry, what did you say to me? – she took a step closer clearly angered with a dangerous, cold smile growing her face, showing all the teeth like a predator.  

- Ari, Ari, calm down – Sasha came out of nowhere already holding Tess by her arm – the work for tonight is over, you can relax. We’re gonna have shift drinks! – he snapped his fingers a few times – Party time, bitches!

- What are “shift drinks”? – Tess whispered to me, being nothing but curious.

-Well, where I worked we used to call it “getting wasted time”, but I think it’s the same thing. It’s just unwinding after a service. Enjoying a job well done. You’ll see. – I whispered back while Ari, Heather and Sasha were discussing plans for the rest of the evening and night.

-Baby monster! Are you joining us? – Sasha turned around addressing Tess.– oh, why am I even asking. You are joining us. You too, Mystery, I saw the little trick you pulled with Will. What did you do to him that he let you serve?

-Magic. – I stretched my fingers and tilted my head.

-Well, well, a Mystery is a witch too. I love that – he ginned – now, chop, chop, get dressed and we are going.

- Baby monster? – I hissed at Tess and she shrugged – this guy comes up with the craziest nicknames ever.

-Come on! – Sasha urged impatiently but halted when Will came into his sight – Will! Ready for shifts drinks?

-Not tonight, Sasha.

-You bore! – the older man  came loose. – I’m taking the new girls then.

- One of them. I need to talk to Mackie, now.

- But… - Sasha chimed in.

-It’s ok Russian boy. I’m not really in a party mood.

- You are a bore too!

-No, I’m a Mystery, remember? Besides if you are going to shit-talk me and I know you are – I shook my head  - you’ll be better off without my presence there.

- I like her – Ari grinned – so straightforward. Maybe we can be friends after all.  

- A couple minutes ago you were ready to smash her against the wall – Heather reminded her.

- Really? I can’t remember. She’s got attitude and I can appreciate that.

- Next time I am taking you with us – Sasha assured – and Will won’t stop me. Baby monster, coming? – Tess was quick to follow him while I turned to face Will who was eyeing me carefully and with a bit of suspiciousness in his eyes.   

- Who are you? – he asked making sure everyone was out of sight and out of the earshot.

-I’m sorry? – that was unexpected – what do you mean by that?

- I saw how you acted during the service.

- And how was that?

-Like you did this before a hundred times.

- You called for me, remember? Besides, maybe I did. Did being good got me in trouble now?

-Ok, sorry, his conversation is not going the way I saw it in my head. I apologize. – Oh, so Will truly was the nice and sweet guy. The thought of that just made me smile a bit and it cleared the atmosphere.

- Want to go again? – I asked hopping onto the counter eyeing him carefully.

- Sure – he sighed with relief leaning onto the spot next to me – what I meant was that it was weird for me. You definitely have a lot of experience with customers and service, but even though Howard still put you on the washing – up in the kitchen which is the lowest position here. Why?

- I told you, I don’t want any light treatment.

-Nothing is light treatment here and you know that, Mackie. So why?

- Why does it bother you so much? – I shifted myself slightly so I could face him with my legs crossed on the counter.

- I’m just curious? – he shrugged with an asking tone – I want to get to know you. Your first day and you have already been called the mystery. Sasha is how he is, but he rarely makes mistakes when it comes to people so maybe there is something more to you.

-A lot, actually – I shook my head and looked down smirking.

- Do you wish to share? – he leaned across to meet my eyes, smiling. Wow, his eyes was so sincere and honest and sensitive, I could just feel that. That was …. new for me given my previous relationship with men.

- Not just yet. – he saddened at my words – oh, come on Will, I just met you and even though you seem like a trustworthy guy I usually take my time with sharing secrets, ok? Just give it time. I’m sure I will eventually warm up to you.

- I take that as a promise.

- Of course you do –I nodded - Now, go run after Tess.

-What?

- Do you think I’m blind? You were looking her direction every time she was within your eyeshot.

- I supervise her work so I was supposed to observe.

- Aren’t you my supervisor too? – I squinted

- Mackie, we just literally had a conversation about your level of experience. You don’t need my guidance. Tess does.

- She does – I sighed – she is a bit lost and confused. But you keep telling yourself it’s only about that. – I chucked at his outraged expression – I know your secret now but don’t worry I intend to keep it. And give you some of mine in the future in exchange.

- You are pretty observant too, huh?

- It was nice talking to you Will.

- Same. Hope we can become friends soon.

-Just give it time – I shook my head again – now, go! – I pushed him off the kitchen while staying in the deserted place myself. – You can come out now, you know. Stop hiding – I crossed my arms over my chest and after a minute of silence a tall figure raised from the steps and came into the light to my sight. We were just staying in front of each other, none saying a word and it was getting a bit awkward. However, neither me nor my opponent would ever admit it, let alone break the silence much to the other satisfaction of winning the staring contest. This moment however gave me a while to study his face and whole figure just to check if he has changed a lot since I last talked to him and since we broke up. For sure, he brazened – his jaw was sharper and covered with stubble, muscles ripped and it was showing even under the t-shirt, arms toned and strong. Someone was definitely working out. Apart from that his emerald eyes had the same glow and ironically somewhat dark expression while he was looking at me, most probably also checking out if and how much I changed. He took a step closer into the light and I noticed the same tattoo on his forearm. He could have removed it but I suppose it still reminded him of the past. Sadly, he was stuck there to his own detriment.   

- Do you need a knife? – I was the first one to break the silence, but somehow I wasn’t feeling like I was losing anymore.

- What the fuck are you talking about? – he scoffed taken aback by my first words.

- To cut the atmosphere. It’s pretty tense, don’t you think?

- Kestrel… - he whispered almost softly breaking his bad boy look, but before any more words were spoken we were interrupted.

- Jake! – Simone got into the kitchen. Of course she was the one to come in AGAIN. Some things just never change. – What are you doing here? – he nudged him playfully or rather in attempt of being funny – if you want to catch up with Mackie get in line because I was first. Right, Mackie? – she looked at me.

- You were, Simone. Is now the right time for that?

- Of course. In fact I was waiting for you by the bar. I though you would join me after you finished talking to Will.

- Well, I though you joined the rest in their partying.

­- I prefer different sort of entertainment. However, I’m surprised Jake didn’t follow.

-He is a partygoer now? – I gazed at him – that’s something new given the character and remoteness.

- I’m going. I had enough. – he exited the kitchen.

-Don’t mind him. Your showing might have had some effect on him – Simone smiled – wine at the bar?

- Sure – I followed her outside. – But he was always grumpy and distant, so his attitude has nothing to do with me. I’m sure of that.

- Enough about Jake, Mackie. It’s a girls’ reunion night. Nicky, can we have two glass of sparkling?

-Right at you girls. But Mackie, are you sure you are old enough to drink?

- Do you need an ID? – I grinned

-  I never do here. But asking sometimes comes as the old habit from the previous work.

- Where was it? Liquid store? – I laughed

 - A bar. Not even close to this restaurant’s standard – he answered while pouring the alcohol into the glasses – congratulations on making an impact today by the way. I’ll drink to that.

- It was nothing, really. I just happened to be at the right place in the right time – I took a sip and the taste immediately overwhelmed me – this – I pointed at the beverage – this is exquisite.

- Best of the best. Howard’s special – Nicky patted my shoulder – I’ll leave you two ladies alone. Seems like you have some stories to tell each other.

- Thank you Nicky – Simone smiled with her brightest and most gentle smile. At this point she was looking exactly the way I remembered her – Mackie – she leaned towards me next – how have you been? Last time we spoke you were finishing you studies? When was that?

- Two freaking years ago. Time flies by – I shook my head in disbelief. I never really took notice of how fast it does.  

- I can agree with that. And what where you doing since then? You mentioned some culinary training?

- I did. Just some studies and courses to expand my knowledge in the area. And some ground work, hence the experience some of the stuff seemed to have noticed – I gazed at Nicky.

-That seems a bit unusual, Mack. What does culinary have to do with economy, because that is what you majored at, right?

- You know me – I chuckled – always had a clear vision of my future.

-Wasn’t it your parents’ vision? – she insisted gently and that question made me stop as flashbacks came to me.

- At the beginning, yes. But I molded it to my liking and decided to become a manager in a restaurant in the future.  They weren’t exactly thrilled with the idea. We had… quite a fight which resulted in me moving from the house and completely severing the contacts for a while. It’s a bit better now, but those relations are still rough.

- I’m sorry about that, Mack – Simone gently touched my hand trying to reassure me – Truly.

- I’m not – I shrugged – it’s all water under the bridge after all. I’m a self-made woman. Now, enough about me. How have you been?

- Busy – she laughed – when I moved to New York, I mean, when we moved, since Jake came with me – it was hard at first, but I suppose you can relate to that – I nodded my head remembering first few months. – However, I managed to find us a job at some bar, where I was a waitress and Jake was a bartender. It was … dirty, to say the least.

- With your aspirations I could never imagine you as a waitress.

- It wasn’t long. Like you said I had more ambitions. After a few weeks I came across Howard’s place and charmed our way in – she flashed a smile to prove the point. – I’ve been here for quite a while now. 

- Simone, when … when exactly did you move to New York?

-Oh, you know, it’s like you said – time flies by so fast I can hardly tell.

- Simone – I looked at her – tell me.

- I suppose it was shortly before you graduated. Two years?

-Why did you never reach to me? I mean, my relationship with Jake was obviously broken but not with you. So why?

- I don’t really know, now – she sipped her champagne but it was only to avoid answering straight away – I think it had to do with him. After all, if we have kept in touch, sooner or later he would bumped into you, somewhere. I guess I wanted to protect him. As always.

- Shame it came at my expense, though. Had it ever occurred to you that he was the one who left me? Not the other way round. Without a single word of explanation. I was 22. It did hurt back then.

- Aren’t you over that now?

- Of course I am. Really. But I never got my closure and it bothered me.

-Well you have a chance for a closure now, Mackie.

- Maybe… - I hesitated – I heard you spend some time in France, how was that?

- It was enriching experience. On many, many levels. Both professional and personal. It expanded my knowledge in wines, which as you noticed can be handy in our line of work – she was clearly taking the fifth with that answer – and this restaurant – yes, she definitely skillfully avoiding the whole truth and changing subject -It’s a good place and Howard is a good person, you know. You are at the right spot.

- I surely hope so. – I drank the last drops of the champagne when mentioned boss came out and approached us with his coat hanging from his arm.

- Going home, Howard? – Simone  focused her attention on him, corners of her lips going up.

- I am.

- Mind walking me?

- Not at all, Simone. It would be my pleasure – he smiled lightly. Oh, he definitely likes her. – Goodnight, Mackie. Good job today. But I would like to talk to you first thing tomorrow morning.

- Of course, have a good night boss. – when they left I figured it was time for me to go too. Streets of New York can be dangerous at night and it was safer to walk while there were still pedestrians and cars.

- You want me to drive you home, kiddo?

- Nicky, I’m in my late 20s, stop calling me kiddo.

- You seem like a kiddo to me, kiddo.

- Thanks for the offer but I think I need a walk after today. Some fresh air to clear the mind you know. A lot happened after all. See you tomorrow?

- Sure thing. Have a safe nigh, Mackie.

***

I love New York at night. The city that never sleeps becomes much calmer then. You finally get a chance of catching your breath and if lucky enough – notice some stars. That is – if you know where to look for it. My apartment was localized in Queens, neither far nor close from the work so I really was hoping for some alone-time. Being an introvert I needed a lot of it to recharge and avoid being drained. Sometimes I used music as a tool to help me with that, but on other occasions I didn’t want to suppress my thoughts. And tonight I wanted to think. I was wondering if I’m going to fit in this new place, with those new people who seemed familiar and fond of clubbing and drinking and other stuff. I never felt like a bore before, but being called like that got me thinking that maybe I did not experience my younger, teenage years to the fullest. Perhaps I should have partied more and focused on the studying less, but I did not believed that to be true. I always liked my calmness, observance and steady attitude even if that made me a bit of a precocious child. Being a kid of an always-busy lawyer and a high-level teacher forced me to take care of myself and hence lack of spontaneity and a bit of distance. Funny enough I was both logical, avoiding unnecessary emotions and a dreamer and idealist, which sometimes made it hard to adapt to the environment. This next chapter of my story is surely going to be interesting. Deep inside I knew I would make a connection with Will, he seemed similar to me on so many levels, just generally warmer. Lost in my thoughts I wasn’t focused on where I was going and nearly tripped over the gap in the sidewalk. I managed to regain my balance by grabbing the wall of the building where I noticed some familiar figure clearly vomiting.

-Tess? – I approached the girl who was definitely wasted

- Hi, Mackie – I jumped on a safe distant where another wave of vomits made her shake. – I’m sorry about that.

- Getting drunk on the first night, hmm? Not so wise. And why did the guys let you walk home alone in such state?

- I told them I’ll be fine – she panted trying to stop the dizziness. 

- Fine – I scoffed – bunch of idiots.

- Will insisted but I refused. So finally he gave up.

- Of course he did. And of course you refused. You are just so silly, aren’t you?

- Can you walk me home, Mackie? – she looked at me with the biggest eyes and frankly I wasn’t sure if she was just tired or where there some other substances included.

- Bold enough to ask now? – I shook my head

-Please, Mackie…..

- Of course I will walk you home. How could I not? Where exactly do you live?

- A few blocks down the street, but ….. – she almost tripped over her own feet getting dizzy again.

- No. I live in the next building, so you’re going to stay there.

- But ….

- No buts. You are coming with me Tess.

It took a bit of strength to drag her across the street toward my apartment and a lot less to make her lay down on the couch. Due to the tiredness she was slowly dozing off shifting a couple times to find a comfortable position.

-Tess, how much did you drink? – I could not let her fall asleep before getting some answers.

- Just a couple of drinks. I usually have better resistance for alcohol.

- Not in New York. Sleep. It’s going to be hard in the morning – I put the blanket over her and rubbed my forehead. Silly girl trying to fit in.

Since it was still not so late and Tess was safe for now, I decided I could still take a quick walk before going to bed. I locked the door and went outside, promising myself it would be just a couple of minutes since my rational part was screaming at me that I still had to be bright and energetic in the morning. Guess what, I was never particularly good at keeping the promises I made to myself, so my quick stroll turned into an hour-long, absent-minded journey through the streets. When I came to my senses I realized that I was standing in the middle of an empty, dark alley with no one in sight.

-Shit! – I muttered to myself turning around and heading back as fast as I could hoping for a happy ending and ignoring all the presentiments inside me. How ironic I was calling Tess a silly girl not so long ago and now I was acting like an idiot. 

- Where are you going pretty one? – fuck! – It’s a bit late for a girl like you to roam the streets, isn’t it? – I stopped and calmed my breathing when tall man appeared in front of me, observing his every move and making a rescue plan for myself – are you looking for an adventure? I can provide one – he smiled lustfully at my lack of answer. It was best not to provoke him with any words. I reached inside my bag and clenched my fingers on some small, useful thing inside, now needing the man to come a little bit closer. – I see you are not opposed to the idea, love – he took a few steps forward and a second later was screaming in pain as the pepper spray was hurting his eyes.

- You bitch! – he yelled trashing around in blind rage. – I’m gonna find you and then …. – I wasn’t even listening as I rushed towards the main street. Obviously, not paying attention, again, I was the one to bumped into someone, who grabbed me by my waist on autopilot. Involuntarily I raised the bottle with the spray ready to use it again but the person snatched it from my hand.

- What the fuck, Mack?! – oh yes, what the fuck indeed. Of all of the resident of the city I had to bump into Jake.

- Give me back the spray, please – I tried to yank myself free from his embrace but he did not let me so I banished the effort. – You mind? – I snapped his hand on my waist and that was when he retrieved.

- What the fuck happened?

- A girl, an empty street, an attacker and a pepper spray. You do the math. Now if you excuse me, I’m going home. – I turned around heading back to my apartment and to my surprise he started walking next to me. Without a word. Since I did not feel the urge to break the silence it was pretty intense stroll.  I literally had no idea whether it was his intention to walk me home safely or just get into my head with his behavior. I was betting the second one thought, since messing with people’s head was something he used to do in the past on a regular basis.

- See you tomorrow morning, Mackie – he muttered grumpily at my door and immediately walked away. Asshole.

@pinksirensong @meganmayhem89 @anastacia-lynn @wardlow @queenshelby @juxtaposseddreamer

#tom sturridge #sweetbitter #sweetbitter jake #fandom #fanfiction #sweetbitter fanfiction #why not #writing therapy #inspiration #distraction from sandman #tv show fanfiction #jake x oc #jake x reader #OC #original character #x oc #x reader #the sandman

[workingforitallthetime]

The real question is what are you dream roommate pairings for next year’s returning players

i like a straightfoward scenario where every class basically moves up a house:

phil, truss, and holtzy plus a player to be named later (a fifth year? a transfer?) take over the senior house

dylan, mackie, mark, and eddy move into the canadian house

the polycule (fantillis, rutger, johnny, gavin, seamus) moves into castle black

the freaks and geeks (frankie, brendan, tj, kienan, jackson, shea butter) resurrect the sylvan house

but i would also gladly accept a version where the fantilis, rutger, and johnny take the canadian house.

#anonymouskinis

[yankstrash]

ight these scenarios are HEAVILY getting me in my mackie feels. 

good lord

[wvba-ringside-gossip]

Hey, did y'all ever seen something really crazy happen in the ring before?

"Gosh, where can I begin?"

"I've seen a might crazy things happen in this 'ere ring, but tha' craziest one I remember seeing was when 'at Lil' Mac feller knocked King Hippo out o' tha' ring and into tha' crowd! Thankfully no one was 'urt, but there were a might angry folk out there, Haha!"

"Though, stranger, I haven't been doing tha' job long. I started last year, when Macky boy joined. I don't know too many a crazy match or scenario. Ya want crazy, ya gotta ask Robin"

"I don't really know if MY event would really count, considering I wasn't working here at the time when it happened"

"I'd like ta think it does, have a go!"

"Very well...I was 16 years old. My father and I had just come to New York for the first time. It was my dream to always come here to the WVBA, and watch a match live. I met another first timer from the islands as well that night! But that wasn't the crazy part..."

"...The Crazy part was watching a boxer get flung into the ropes of the ring and suffocated. He died that night, and the match was 'supposedly' erased from the WVBA's records, but if you were there then you'd remember it...it was the most infamous match of the WVBA's history, and the biggest tarnish on its reputation.

I still vaguely remember the screaming. But anyways, that's what happened, my thoughts and prayers go out to the boxers family and his friends..."

#punch out wii #punch out!! #punchout #robin pierre #ruby johnson #the duo answers #king hippo #little mac #kid quick #((Not even 3 asks jn and we already got angst #thats a record lmao)) #punch out

[musette22]

So my train of thought went on quite the journey this evening. Most of the weekend my dash was filled with thoughts on Chris being a jealous boyfriend during the Civil War press tour. I did go down the rabbit hole of Mackie & Seb interviews as well. Add to that the asks about Sebastian being back in NYC and where is Chris? Suddenly I'm heading down tracks thinking about the interview Seb did with his buddy Will Malnati. He discusses wanting to be a dad but how it isn't neccessary to be married. Now I'm thinking about how he turns 40 next month, and while that isn't *too old* to become a parent, it is limiting his options since I don't really see him dating significantly younger women. The tracks are leading me down the line of 'well he could always adopt or find a surrogate' (what person wouldn't carry his child for him, amirght?). This journey ends with Seb sharing the news on IG in 12-18mos that he is a dad and we get a beautiful pic of him and that precious bundle! Lo and behold CHRIS SHARES THE SAME NEWS!

Whoaaaa this is such a coincidence, I've been having a lovely, ongoing Evanstan daydream these past few days that has some striking similarities with what you're talking about here!

Of course, it's all just our brains spinning fantasies and we have no idea how they're really feeling about fatherhood and marriage right now, or what's going on in their private lives! But purely as a personal fantasy, I do really love the idea of the two of them figuring things out (as in, finally getting together) at a later age, and then deciding to settle down and have a family together 🥺

I've been thinking about Sebastian deciding he's getting a dog, and Chris going with him to a shelter to choose one and helping him out with some of the basics that Chris knows a lot about because he's got Dodger. Maybe they’re in LA at the time, and Chris invites Seb to come to his place, so that Sebastian's new doggo can meet Dodger. Of course, the pups hit it off with him right away, and Chris and Seb excitedly knock shoulders, smiling like idiots while they watch their dogs run around together like they’ve been best buds all their lives <3 Makes them feel almost like proud parents.

Later that night, while they’re having a beer together on Chris’s patio, this prompts a conversation about parenthood, and what they want from the next few years of their lives, with both of them admitting they'd love to be dads, but that they're not sure if it's on the cards for them anytime soon. Sebastian definitely can’t see it happening yet since he’s still working on his career, whereas Chris admits he would be ok with taking a step back if it was to take care of his family. He even tells Sebastian he’s been thinking about doing it alone, either by adopting or through a surrogate, which makes Sebastian blurt out “but surely you would have no trouble finding someone to start a family with? You could have anyone you want!" To which Chris gives him a strange look and says that it’s not that easy, and there are definitely people he wants that he can’t have…

Cue awkward but heartfelt love confessions - from both sides – followed by a hard and fast romance (lots of lost time to make up for!) which, a couple of years later, leads to exactly that scenario you’re proposing at the end of your ask… 💘

#evanstan #headcanons #minnie answers